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Yo-Yo Chronicles Four: Switch



   By Ed Rider



   Tish and Fallon didn't discover the switch until 15 years later, but
they were as upset as if it had been yesterday.

   They weren't totally surprised, because each woman had dated both men in
college and had broken up with them because they were immature,
self-centered jerks.

   What was more surprising was both Darren and Manny had changed enough so
that when the girls met them a few years after graduation, they were
attracted to them despite past history.  The men were still good looking
and fun to be with, but now they had good jobs and were ready to settle
down and raise families.

   When Darren was transferred to the same city where Fallon and Manny were
living, Tish met Fallon for the first time, and soon they were good
friends, too, and the couples enjoyed doing things together.  A couple of
times, Darren and Manny had talked about telling the girls about the
switch, but each time they agreed there was no upside, and there could be a
downside.

   Were they ever right!  When the girls found out, they were fuming.  They
realized it was long ago, when everybody involved was shallow and immature.
But that didn't stop them from feeling humiliated.

   The switch had its roots in high school, when Darren and Manny used to
talk about their first fumbling forays into sex.  Both of them were already
meticulous and organized, so the conversations evolved into documentation
and analysis.  Both of them wrote down everything that happened on their
dates and shared their notes.

   The value of the notes first occurred to them when they were seniors and
Manny started dating a girl that Darren had gone with when they were
sophomores.  One night, Darren dug out his old notes and made a copy of
them for Manny, who devoured them.  The notes covered everything important
about the girl to a boy -- not her personality, character, interests,
hopes, dreams and passions.  Who cared about that?  Only one thing
mattered: sex.

   The notes were elementary at first, about things like getting to first
base, second base, etc.  Later, they got sophisticated and detailed on
where the girls liked to be touched and where they didn't, what kind of
talk turned them on and what turned them off, what kind of quirks they had,
what drove them wild and, most of all, how far were they willing to go to
satisfy their boyfriends, even when they didn't like doing something. 
Everything Darren and Manny found out went into their notes, and when Manny
read through the notes about Darren's sophomore girlfriend, he started
making use of the knowledge.

   The girl was enchanted.  How could someone she just met say those things
she loved to hear, touch her where she was dying to be touched and put his
tongue at the exact right place to drive her wild?  Yes, he wanted some
things that she wasn't comfortable with, but at least they were things she
had already done, not some weird new thing.  She adored Manny and was happy
to provide for his needs long after they both knew that they weren't meant
to be together.

   At State, Darren and Manny's note sharing evolved into a system.  The
college was so large that different departments rarely mixed, so Darren and
Manny incorporated that into their system.  They sought out girls from
different schools and never double dated.  They found a funny code word
they could use to talk about their data.  "Spreadsheets," said Darren to
Manny.  "Get it?"

   Before they moved on to the next girl, they had complete Excel spreads
on the current girlfriend.  Then they let the spreads age for a while like
fine wine, and a year or so later, they were ready to uncork.  Of course,
the tips included the best places to run across the particular girl by
accident.

   The hookups were almost instantaneous.  The girls were swept off their
feet by a guy who knew just the right thing to say and do to please them,
especially in bed.  For a few weeks, the couples were hotter than a
firecracker, until the girl began to know the real person.  Sometimes she
actually liked the real person enough to continue the relationship for a
while, but usually it was over as fast as it had begun, which was fine with
Manny and Darren, because there were usually more spreadsheets waiting.

   Out of these college shenanigans came the switch.  It happened when
Darren spent six months abroad in Spain in his junior year.  In his first
week there, he met Fallon, who was also in the program, and the chemistry
was good.  They spent more of the six months in bed than in class, and
Darren's spreadsheet on Fallon was bigger than the notes from all the
easy-pass classes he was taking.

   He began mailing his notes on Fallon to Manny, and Manny began emailing
his notes about Tish, whom he met the week after Darren left.  They had
also clicked quickly, and they were going strong much longer than usual.

   Manny once mentioned in an email that since Tish was in creative writing
and Fallon was in business, there was little chance that they would ever
meet.  A week later, the two of them thought up the switch at almost the
same time.  Their emails crossed within minutes of each other.

   Their idea was that since both girls were great in bed, wouldn't it be
wild if they could switch girls when Darren came home.  Later emails went
from imagining to it to discussing how it could be done to deciding to do
it to implementing the plan.

   Neither girl had a clue as to why Darren and Manny broke up with them
the week before Darren came home.  If they were upset at all, they soon
forgot all about it, because each one quickly met a great new boyfriend,
someone who knew exactly the right thing to say and do.  And sex with them
was like magic.  The boys seemed to know exactly what to do to drive them
wild.

   Manny and Darren had a blast.  They even experimented with twists.  For
instance, they has collected so much data that they knew exactly what the
girls hated the most as well as what they loved, so one night, they both
created dates from hell.  Separately, they spent almost the entire evening
driving Tish and Fallon to tears with things they said and did both out of
and in bed.  But they weren't cruel, just having fun, and they both ended
the hell dates with something the girls really loved.

   Mostly, they just manipulated Tish and Fallon like puppets and reaped
the sexual dividends.  Even so, variety called, and before the year was
over, each couple had broken up, and the boys had moved on to other
spreadheets.

   Manny never thought about Tish until he met her five years later.  Manny
and Darren were living in different cities at the time, so the spreadsheets
were a thing of the past.  But one night after Manny took Tish home from a
date, he drove home like a maniac and went straight to his computer.  He
breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the spreadsheets were still there.

   He opened up Tish's and began studying it.  In a couple of days, he had
memorized it.  He already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with
her, and he decided that he was going to use anything, fair or not, to make
her his wife.  When he told her about this much later, she cried and kissed
him passionately and said, "That's so romantic.  Why didn't you tell me
then?  I would have forgiven the switch right away."

   It wasn't too different from the way Darren and Fallon fell for each
other.  At each of the weddings, Manny and Darren had a quiet conversation
about how amazing it was that they ended up marrying the switch girls. 
Each of them never told anyone else about the switch.

   One day, when the girls were having lunch, they were both in silly,
exhilarated moods.  It turned out they had both scorched the sheets with
their spouses the night before.  This led to a discussion about good sex
and about how their husbands were such good lovers.  And that led to
reminiscing that they were always that way, even in college.

   After a while, both girls looked at each other and blurted out almost in
unison, "This is so weird." The stories they were telling each other were
almost duplicates.  Each of them had been amazed by her husband's intuition
about what she enjoyed in bed.  Both off them heard the same two words
coming out of each other's mouths several times: "like magic."

   As they continued in this vein, Fallon said, "I just remembered," Fallon
said.  "I met Manny right after I broke up with Darren, or actually Darren
broke up with me.  I was surprised because I liked Darren, and I thought he
liked me.  But as soon as I met Manny, I forgot all about Darren because
Manny was so -- wait a minute!" She giggled.

   "Tish, do you remember when you broke up with Manny?" she said.  "No,
wait, don't tell me.  I'll tell you the exact month and year."

   When she gave Tish the date, Tish thought for a while, and then a look
of amazement came over her face.  "How in the world?" she said.

   "Don't you see?" said Fallon.  "When I met Darren in Spain, he must have
told Manny about me.  You must have met Manny around the same time, and
Manny told Darren about you.  Let me take another guess.  Manny twisted
things around to make it seem like you were dumping him, although you knew
you weren't.  And then you met Darren totally by accident a week after he
came back from Spain, and he wasn't even in your department.  Think.  I
know it was a long time ago."

   "I think you're right," said Tish.

   "Yes, I'm certain," said Fallon.  "It was like magic how each of them
knew exactly how to get into our pants and stay there as long as they
wanted.  I see the lightbulb going on in your mind."

   "Omigod," said Tish.

   "Yes," said Fallon.  "They must have told each other every detail about
us, and then they just switched girlfriends." They were both silent for a
moment, and then they burst out laughing together.

   "Why those rats," said Tish.  "They simply swapped us like you swap
dishes at a restaurant.  They passed us around like macaroni and cheese."

   "We were totally played," said Fallon.  "What cold-blooded connivers
they were!"

   Tish was silent for a moment.  "I'm glad you said that, Fallon," she
said.  "We shouldn't forget that we're talking about a different time.  We
weren't all that goody-goody either, although I don't think we could have
ever imagined doing anything that lowdown to our boyfriends.  But we should
be thankful they grew out of that into the men we married.  They aren't
perfect, but at least I know Darren wouldn't do anything like that now, and
that's what counts."

   "I wonder why they never told us," said Tish.  "I'm laughing, but I'm
really hurt inside.  It's so humiliating.  I wonder what they'll say if we
confront them."

   "I feel the same way," said Fallon.  "For some reason, I'm really
steamed about this.  Even though they never hurt us physically, the
mortification is really bothering me.  I know they must have laughed about
us many times, but what if they bragged to other people about what they
did? I'm feeling sick.  Yes, we need to get this aired."

   It was Tish and Darren's anniversary the following week, and the two
women decided that was an appropriate time to talk about their discovery.
They brought it up after dessert was served.

   Darren and Manny listened with deadpan faces as their wives explained
how they discovered the scheme that brought them so much sex in college. 
Tish and Fallon took turns speaking excitedly.  When they had finished,
there was a moment of silence, and then the men burst out laughing.

   "Busted!" yelled Darren after he managed to control his gasping and his
tears of laughter.

   "Oh my sides!" said Manny, who had a harder time stopping.

   They finally noticed that their wives were not sharing in their
amusement and, in fact, looked like they were seething with anger.  There
was another moment of silence.

   "Come on, Tish and Fallon," said Darren.  "That was when we were
Cro-Magnons.  Yes, we were arrogant, scheming jerks with one thing on our
minds, and we didn't care who we hurt.  Just like all the other guys on
campus, we were totally into getting as much sex as we could any way we
could.  And don't tell me you and your friends were any different.  I still
remember parties where every girl in the room was scanning to see whether
there was some better looking guy than the one she was with."

   "You know we aren't that way anymore," said Manny.  "And it's because of
you.  You were the ones who made us see there was more to life.  Fallon, I
dare you to find one time since we were married that I insulted you by
flirting with another woman.  Of course, it helps that you are sexier than
anyone I've ever met."

   "The same goes for me," said Darren.  "You know we've been good
husbands, good providers and good fathers.  We're not cheaters."

   "We didn't say you were," said Tish, her eyes still full of lightning.
"But when I hear you compliment our bodies, somehow it brings me right back
to college, and I think you are playing us now, just like you played us
then.

   "That's unfair," said Manny.  "Do you want us to never say anything nice
to you again?"

   Tish ignored his question.  "From what you say, we weren't the only
ones. Did you do this with all the girls you dated."

   "Yes," said Darren.  "That's the point.  When we were in college, we
didn't have brains enough to appreciate a good woman.  We weren't thinking
about wives and mothers.  All we wanted was one thing."

   "So you switched other girls, too?" said Fallon.

   "Well, not exactly, said Manny, "but we kept records on everyone we
dated and we shared them so that we could use the information for our
advantage."

   "So you didn't work out how to break up at the same time and then go for
the other guy's girl at the same time?" said Fallon.  Her voice was hissing
as she pushed her teeth together to control it.

   "Of course not," said Manny, "that would have been impossible with
everything that was going on.  Usually, it was at least a year before I
could date someone that Darren had gone out with." Too late, he saw Darren
shooting daggers at him and realizing he had just made a big mistake.

   "So what you're saying is that the only time you ever pulled a switch
was with us," said Fallon, the relentless interrogater.  "Why us?"

   "I know," said Tish.  "It was because of you and Darren being in Spain.
That made it easy for them to change us like linen.  Darren brought me home
for Manny as his gift from Spain.  And you were Manny's welcome home
present for Darren."

   Both girls were now sobbing while the men looked at them helplessly. 
The waiter stayed away from their table.

   The crying finally stopped, and Fallon spoke in a teary voice.  "This is
going nowhere," she said.  "I would like to deal with this and move on. 
Let me tell you how I see it, and see how you respond.

   "We all agree that Manny and Darren were lowlife scumbags in college who
not only used every girl they dated but humiliated them even beyond that by
passing them around, along with the secrets that made them susceptible to
easy seduction."

   "And I think the men have to agree that the dirtiest trick they ever
pulled was switching us at the end of that summer.  Neither of our
relationships had really ended.  For their own amusement, they just tossed
us to each other as if we were two slabs of meat."

   "Wait a second," said Manny.

   "Let me finish," said Fallon.  "And I think we can all agree that both
men are different than they used to be, and we appreciate their love and
loyalty and the fact that they've never told anyone else about this. 
Despite this, Tish and I are still mortified and angry about what you did
and that even today, you both know most of our sex secrets.

   "When you look at us now, we wonder what you're thinking.  When we say
something and you look at each other, are you reminding yourselves of
something you used against us back in college?  It's amusing to you, but
it's humiliating to us.

   "There's no way to read somebody's mind, so here's my suggestion.  This
whole thing needs to be buried.  I know things will come up that remind us
of what happened.  That can't be helped.  But I don't ever want to talk
about it again, and I don't ever want to see Manny and Darren exchanging
meaningful glances about something Tish or I say or somebody else says when
we're around.

   "We can't control what the two of you do when we're not around, but now
that you know how we feel, it's up to the two of you to never let us be
reminded of our humiliation.  Do you get my meaning?"

   She looked at the men, and she didn't like what she saw.  Their lips
were pushed together tightly and their eyes were looking straight ahead. 
They were obviously trying to keep themselves from laughing at her anger.

   "Well, answer me," she said.

   Manny got control of himself first.  "So we are never supposed to bring
this up again," he said.  "Is that right?"

   "More than that," said Tish.  "Like right now, for instance, you're both
trying to keep from bursting out laughing.  We're serious.  We don't want
to be reminded in any way.

   "Or when we're talking to some people, and one of them says something
that reminds one of you of something about your disgusting switch, you
better not show it.  Because it will probably remind us, too, and the first
place we'll look is at your face.  If we see that you're thinking about it,
it's going to make us feel more angry and humiliated.  So you better learn
to control yourselves."

   "That will be hard," said Darren.  "Sometimes you just can't help it."

   "You both better learn to help it," said Fallon.  "Maybe you should get
counseling.  Maybe you need to get together and practice.  Because now
you've been warned.  We're not going to put up with anything that brings
back what you did to us.  Is there anything else to say?"

   "I don't think so," said Tish.  She and Fallon both saw the men exchange
glances.

   "I think you've made yourselves clear," Manny said.

   "Yes," said Darren.  "It's getting late.  We should get the bill."

   There was no anniversary celebration in bed that night in either home.



   "So far, so good," said Tish to Fallon when they had lunch the next
week.

   "We can't expect them to suddenly change their habits overnight," said
Fallon, "so if they slip a little at first, I'm prepared to just give them
a piece of our mind and let it go.  We'll soon see how seriously they take
us."

   "Agreed," said Tish.



   "Sorry, but we need to get the babysitter home," said Fallon.

   "But it's early," said Manny.  They were with Tish and Darren a few
months later at one of the galleries on the art walk and were standing with
them and a few friends in front of a large color photo.

   Manny realized there was steam coming out of Fallon's ears, but he
didn't know why.  Tish looked at Fallon.  She knew why.

   "We need to go, too," she said to Darren.  "I'll drive."

   "Uh-huh," said Darren.  He was three sheets to the wind and had no clue
as to what had just happened.

   The girls had warned the men that the art walk was not about having a
glass of wine and a piece of cheese at each gallery, but neither of them
was there willingly so they had ignored the warning.  Six galleries and a
lot of alcohol later, they came to an exhibit of erotic photos.  Except for
the photographer's lens distortions, bizarre angles and dramatic lighting,
it could have been an exhibit of porn.

   They were in a group gathered around a large photo that showed a man
doing something quite unusual to a woman.  "How disgusting!" one of the
women said to no one in particular.  Darren gazed at the photo and smiled.
"Not at all," he said.  "Some women really get off on that." He turned his
head and glanced at Fallon for a second and then turned back to the photo.

   Because he was so drunk, he didn't realize that his timing was off, and
he had looked at Fallon so long that everyone in front of the photo turned
to look at her, too, and saw that her face was bright red.  Manny was
standing behind Fallon and hadn't heard what Darren had said, so he had no
idea why Fallon sat rigidly looking straight ahead in stony silence on the
way home and was in bed with her back to him by the time he came back from
bringing home the babysitter.  He didn't realize she was wide awake and
crying.

   Darren wasn't conscious enough to notice how angry Tish was.  He barely
got his clothes off before falling into bed and going to sleep.  He also
didn't notice how long it was before Tish fell asleep.



   The first thing Tish did the next morning was call Fallon to invite her
over for lunch.  All morning, both of them were dynamos around the house,
playing with the children, making shopping lists, cleaning the bathrooms,
anything to keep them from looking at how slowly the clock was ticking.

   At Tish's, they fed the children and put them down for naps and then sat
down at the kitchen table.  "He was drunk and didn't know what he was
doing," said Tish first, not very convincingly.

   "I know," said Fallon, "but next time it might be Manny who's had a
little too much.  How would you like people staring at you like that
thinking who knows what?"

   "You're right," said Tish.  "I think they want to cooperate, but they
can't seem to understand how serious it is for us.  Maybe it's because
they're men.  There's nothing so disgusting that it doesn't make them
laugh. Men just don't understand humiliation."

   "I think you're wrong," said Fallon.  "Men are extremely vulnerable to
ego bruising.  We could easily get back at them by belittling them and
making them feel inadequate, even in bed.  But when it comes to sex, you're
right.  They're like mindless animals that just rut without any
conscience."

   "What are we going to do?" said Tish.

   "I have no idea," said Fallon, "but I'm not giving up.  I don't want to
destroy my husband, but there's got to be something we can do that will
solve the problem.  It may be unusual, but I'll find it."

   "Correction," said Tish.  "We'll find it.  I have an idea.  You know how
Manny and Darren did their spreads on us.  The first thing they did was
gather information, and then they organized it and analyzed it.  I think
that's what we should do.  Maybe we already know the solution, but we won't
see it until we look at the data.

   "I'm going to keep my eyes and ears open, and I'm going to do some
experiments.  I have not a clue as to what the solution could be, but if it
exists, I will find it."

   "That's a great idea," said Fallon.  "I'm going to do the same with
Manny.  Let's not say anything about last night.  We'll work on this in
secret, just like they did, and when we have something to report, we'll get
together."

   It was more than two months later when Tish got an excited phone call
from Fallon.  "I think I have some data to share," she said.

   "So do I," said Tish.  "Let's have lunch tomorrow."



   "How did you find out Darren didn't like to go down on you," asked
Fallon.

   "I don't know why, but I suspected he just did it out of duty," said
Tish.  "So one night I started talking to him while he was licking.  I told
him it made me feel so good that he enjoyed pleasuring me this way, that
some men couldn't handle that special odor that women had between their
legs, even though it was perfectly natural because of our mucous secretions
and the sweat that our bodies released.

   "I told him that all these fluids were mixed together and then heated
because they were kept in such a confined space and that reduced and
concentrated them, just like I reduced a wine sauce.  I told him it made
the aroma and flavors more intense.

   "As I kept going on like this, I felt him gradually slow down.  Then I
heard some sounds that sounded like gagging, and finally he lifted his
head, and I saw he was all green.  He ran to the bathroom and closed the
door.  He flushed the toilet to cover up the sound, but I heard him
retching in there."

   "That's funny," said Fallon.  "Manny has a similar phobia, but he
expresses it in a different way.  Before he'll put his face between my
legs, he jokingly asks whether I've been a good little girl and washed down
there.  I never thought much of it until I started doing research, but then
it came to me.  Even though he loves my mouth on him, he's very squeamish
about doing it for me.

   "One night as we were hot and heavy, I reminded him to try to keep from
coming before I did, but a minute later, I said it would be OK, because I
just thought of something I heard about.  I told him that some men didn't
mind eating their wives out until they orgasmed, even if the men had come
first.  I said I was surprised because it meant they were licking up their
own semen, but if he came before me, I was excited to find out what that
was like.  He ran to the bathroom, too.

   "I'm trying to think of a way to use this information, but so far
nothing has occurred to me.  But I did find out a couple of other things
that have possibilities."

   "What are those?" asked Tish.

   "Maybe they're connected," said Fallon, "but Darren definitely has a
phobia about his anus, and he's homophobic, too."

   "Wow!" said Tish.  "Manny, too.  The funny thing is that he likes doing
anal to girls.  Every once in a while he tries to get me to agree to take
it in my behind, but I've never let him.  He tells me he did it with a lot
of girls in college, and it isn't that difficult.

   "One night, my finger happened to be right by his anus, so I stuck it
in. You should have seen him freak out and pull away from me.

   "I remembered that, and the next time we really got going, I stuck a
finger in again and wiggled it around.  He came almost right away, much
faster than he usually did.  So I experimented some more.  Every once in a
while when he is totally absorbed, I sneak it in.  He tries to dislodge it,
but I push it in as far as I can and start moving it in and out in the same
rhythm as he's using.

   "You know what happens?  After the finger goes in and out a few times,
he comes hard.  It happens every time, like clockwork.  That bit of
knowledge has already come in handy, because sometimes I have two or three
orgasms, and I'm starting to get tired and sore and he's still pounding
away.  I push the old finger in, and in no time, he's done and just wants
to go to sleep.

   "I've got to try that," said Fallon, "because Darren is also really
sensitive around his ass.  If I so much as run a finger through his crack,
he gets very tense.  I've been exploring this a little in conversation. 
For instance, when a gay entertainer shows up on television, I've asked him
about how guys make love to other guys, are there special positions for
anal sex, has he ever thought of doing it with a guy, things like that.

   "I found out that even though he's very PC when it comes to standing up
for gay marriage, he personally can't stand to think of gays in connection
with sex.  It makes him frightened or nauseated or both at the same time."

   "It's the same with Manny," said Tish.  "I think we've hit on something.
Now how are were going to use this information?"

   They talked over idea after idea and came up with nothing.  "The problem
is that you can humiliate women with words," Fallon said finally.  "But
that won't work with men.  They need something more powerful, something
physical.  They need to feel it with their bodies as well as their minds."

   They looked at each other.  "Are you saying what I think you are
saying?" said Tish.  "They have to have sex with another man?"

   "Exactly," said Fallon.  "That's something they would never forget, the
same way we'll never forget what they did to us."

   "I just thought of something," said Tish.  "You know what would make it
a hundred times more powerful?  If they had sex with each other."

   Fallon exploded with laughter.  "That would be perfect," she said, "but
it's not going to ever happen.  Wouldn't it be amazing if we could make
them do that, though?  I'm trembling just thinking about it."

   "Don't give up on the idea so fast," said Tish.  "Let's work on this."

   They made plan after plan, and tore them all up when they saw that they
couldn't carry them out.  But they weren't frustrated.  "This is fun,"
Fallon said.  "It's like a puzzle.  I just have a feeling that we're
getting closer and closer to putting all the pieces together."

   One hot day, they were in Fallon's back yard watching the children in
the plastic wading pool when Fallon jumped up from her chair and shouted,
"I think I have it!"

   "What do you have, Mommy?" said one of the children in the pool.

   "Never mind, dear.  It's something I have to tell Aunt Tish about
later."

   The next time they talked, she told Tish that for some reason, the kids
in the wading pool reminded her of a scene in a stupid movie they saw where
women were wrestling in a similar plastic container full of oil and then
some men had jumped in and everyone was rolling around in the oil.  Then
she explained how they could adapt this to their needs.

   "You found it, you genius," said Tish.  "Now all we have to work out is
the details.  I've got lots of ideas already."

   They were enjoying themselves even more at their meetings, and they
probably dragged them out an extra month because they didn't want the
process to end.  The most fun was writing the script.  They wrote
outrageous things and had to tone them down a little, because a lot of the
fun was going to come from making Manny and Darren believe everything they
said was dead serious.



   Everything was arranged for a Friday.  Manny's birthday was on Thursday,
and the girls told them they'd all go out Friday night.  The children were
spending the weekend with grandparents.  Tish and Darren were to drive to
Manny and Fallon's house and pick them up.  Manny had to work late and
wouldn't be home until 7, but everyone would be waiting for him.

   Tish spent all day at Fallon's house helping her get everything prepared
and barely got home in time to take a quick shower and be dressed by the
time Darren arrived home at 6.

   When they arrived at Fallon and Manny's, they had a couple of drinks
while they were waiting, and when Manny arrived, Fallon insisted that he
relax a while before they left, so everyone had a couple more drinks. 
Fallon made the men's drinks particularly strong, and they were soon so
relaxed they didn't feel like getting up even if they could.  No, they
didn't mind if they had another.

   "I think that's enough, Fallon," said Tish after a while.  "We want them
to be sober pretty soon.

   "Don't worry," said Fallon.  "I only gave them enough to make them woozy
for a half-hour or so, and they can understand every word we are saying."

   "What are you doing?" said Darren as Tish began working at his belt
buckle.  He tried to push her away, but he was too dizzy to be effective,
and soon she had pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles.  He felt
her fiddling with his balls and muttered, and then she took his shoes off
and pulled the pants and boxers off of him.  He looked over and saw that
Fallon had done the same thing to Manny.

   Fallon lifted a piece of string in the air, right in front of Manny's
face as Tish did the same with Darren and started talking.

   "See the strings, Darren and Manny.  "These little pieces of string are
going to help Fallon and I finally get over what you two did to us.  In
college, you two had the world on a string, but tonight it's payback time,
and the strings are around our fingers.

   "We attached the strings around two of your most prized possessions with
a slip knot, sort of like with a Yo-Yo.  The string is thin but very
strong. Tonight we need for you to do everything we tell you to do.  The
string is just a reminder.  Do you feel it when we tug it a little, like
this?"

   "Hey," said Darren.  Manny was just looking at Fallon with his mouth
open.

   "Good," said Tish.  "You'll feel it even better in a few minutes when
you're sober again.  Sorry about the strong drinks.

   "The string will remind you to follow our instructions, because if you
don't, we won't tug on the string anymore.  Instead, we will pull it very
slowly, like we are doing now.  Look down between your legs, boys.  Do you
see anything coming into sight.  There they are.  The string is pulling
your jewels slowly away from your body.  Soon this will start to hurt a
little.  Oh, it does now?  OK, Fallon, let's let the string fall loose
again.

   "Do you see how this works?  If you don't do what you're told, the
string will keep pulling.  Of course, eventually something will have to
give, and that's why we want you to know about that Fallon and I had some
serious discussions about the strings.

   "You see, if you ignore what we tell you, and the string keeps pulling,
it will eventually pull your balls right off of your bodies.  We'll get you
to a hospital right away to sew you up, but if the balls roll under the
furniture, we may not be able to find them in time to save them.  I
understand they don't last long once they are detached.

   "From what I understand, the lack of balls will have some effect on your
sex drive and your macho personalities.  We like you the way you are, but
we decided we'd be willing to accept the consequences.  I'm sure it won't
come to anything like that.  The only reason I'm telling you is so that you
remember to respond when you feel the tug."

   "You boys should be proud of us," said Fallon, "because we admired the
genius of what you did in college so much that we tried to emulate you. 
We've been doing research and comparing notes and making plans, just like
you did.  We found out how you respond to certain kinds of sex, and we're
going to use that knowledge, just like you used your research on us.

   "I think you should be able to get up now.  Here, let me help you Manny.
Have you got Darren, Tish?  Good.  Let's all go to the family room.  There
are some people we want you to meet.  No talking now, Manny.  Do you feel
that little tug?  Later, we'd love for you to say how you're feeling, but
right now you just need to listen.

   "See how we cleared the room for you.  Since we knew Manny didn't come
home until around 7, we decided to stage our event here, and we've been
working hard all day to get ready.  Yes, that's the large children's wading
pool on the floor.  Until we brought it inside, we didn't realize how big
it was.  It takes up almost all of the family room.  Do you notice that
it's not on the floor.  We put a few layers of rubber exercise padding
beneath it, because we don't want anyone to get hurt.  We picked some that
was really springy.  Go into the pool and jump up and down, Tish.  See,
it's almost like a trampoline.

   "OK, let's sit down in these chairs around the pool.  That's where Tish
and I will be watching.  See those cute girls in the bikinis sitting over
there.  They are Lita and Lila.  They're twins, and they are professional
videographers.  They've spent a few hours setting up all the lights you see
in every corner and along the walls.  Some of them are up by the ceiling
and some of them are almost floor level.  They are going to illuminate the
swimming pool even brighter than the sun does, because we want to see all
the action that takes place.

   "Near a lot of the lights, you'll see another reason for the
illumination.  Those are all networked video cameras.  Once the action
starts, they will be capturing every detail in high definition from
multiple angles.  In addition, Lita and Lila have professional cameras, and
they will be moving around for some extreme close-ups.

   "Next to them is Fence Post.  That's not his real name, just his
nickname, and you'll soon see how he got it.  He's here as both motivation
and as a reserve, in case he's needed.

   "Now, let's look at you boys.  I think most of the effects of the
alcohol are gone, because of the expressions on your faces.  You are alert,
but why are you wearing shirts and naked from the waist down?  That looks
strange.  Let's start filming, Lita and Lila.  I think the scene is already
getting interesting.

   "Good.  Now let's shoot Fence Post taking off his sweats.  See why he
got that name, guys.  He's a porn star.  Look at his abs and pecs and arms.
He's really strong.  Oh, it doesn't look like you are looking at his
muscles, only one of them.  Yes, it goes on forever, doesn't it?  But as
big as it looks now, that's nothing compared to when he's aroused.  It gets
much longer and much thicker.  We know, because Tish and I tried to put
both our hands around it, and neither of us could.

   "We're not attracted to Fence Post, even though he goes both ways.  He's
too scary.  We think we would split in two if that thing was ever pushed
inside us.  You guys are plenty big, and we love the way you fill us up.

   "Oh look, Tish.  When we stroked Manny and Darren just now, they jumped
up to full staff immediately.  Do you think Fence Post is getting them all
excited?

   "Only kidding, guys.  I have to admit that I put enough Viagra into your
drinks to keep you like that for a few hours.  This shouldn't take that
long.  If you don't get any stimulus, they may sag a little bit, but every
time they rub or touch anything, even your shirt tails, see, they will be
rarin' to go again.  And we've planned for plenty of touching tonight."

   "Yes," said Tish, "because tonight the two of you are gladiators, and
the wading pool here is your ring.  Gladiators fight in the nude, so let's
get the rest of your clothes off.  That's it.  You guys are looking good.
Don't worry, gladiators were scared, too.

   "Now down on your hands and knees in the pool.  Do you need a little
tug?

   "Good, that's it.  Now put your head down on the plastic and move your
knees in tight so your ass is sticking up high in the air.  Now, don't get
nervous.  Tish is going to stick her finger into Manny's ass for just a
moment.  Wow!  You really jumped, Manny.  She's just spreading a little
lube inside your anus.  See, it makes the tube go in easier.  Boy are you
squirming.  Are you getting all this, Lita and Lila?  I know you are
professionals and don't need any direction from me.  I'm just saying some
things for the benefit of Darren and Manny.

   "Is that tube as deep as it will go, Tish?  It looks pretty deep.  OK,
you can start it.  See that big enema bag, Darren, that's all going into
Manny's insides.  And then I will do the same thing for you.  Tish and I
decided to switch for this part because sometimes it's fun to switch, isn't
that right?

   "After you hold the liquid in until we see you're about to spurt it into
the pool, we'll take you to the bathroom.  Then we'll do it all one more
time.  Gladiators have to be clean and shiny, inside and out.  We don't
want this video to get too extreme.

   Once, the men were cleaned out, Tish and Fallon had them sit in the pool
facing them on the couch.

   "The gladiators are almost ready for combat.  In ancient Rome, you would
have had to kill each other, but we've made it a lot easier because we
don't want you hurt, just degraded and humiliated.  I know it can never be
exactly the same, but we want you to feel as demeaned and disgusted as we
do when we think about the switch.  We think our research has found a way
to do that.

   "What you will be fighting for are your assholes.  Your goal will be to
put your penis into your opponent's anus and have sex with him until you
deposit your load in his bowels.  Don't worry if the idea doesn't excite
you, the Viagra will take over once you start rubbing against each other.

   "As we said, both of you are well endowed, and the loser is going to be
in a lot of pain and discomfort when the winner starts pounding him, and
then there will be the total humiliation when the winner comes in his ass.
The winner will be mortified, too, when he does his best friend in the ass,
but believe me, a little mental anguish is nothing compared to what the
loser will endure.

   "Of course neither of you wants to do this, so you have to be motivated.
Fence Post is the motivation.  The two of you will have 45 minutes to fight
to the finish.  If one of you comes inside the other by that time, it will
all be over.

   "But if neither of you does, that means you're both losers, and so as a
consolation, Fence Post is going to put a show on for Fallon and me.  He's
going to demonstrate his whole repertory of man-man sex positions for us
with each of you.  We've seen a few of them on the demo video he gave us,
and I'm telling you, they look pretty painful and totally degrading.

   "If he does his thing, there's a surprise after he finishes with both of
you.  We're not going to tell you because we think it will be more
motivational to imagine it.  All we can say is imagine the most demeaning
and disgusting thing that anyone could ever do to you, and this is probably
worse.

   "You guys will soon be busy, and just in case you don't think of this,
here's a tip on strategy.  I have to credit the sick mind of Fallon for
thinking this one up.  If one of you does succeed in shoving his big thing
inside the other one, both the winner and the loser need to work together
from that point.

   "Both of you will be losers if no one comes before time runs out, and
that means you'll both get the full Fence Post treatment.  Even the angry
loser needs to help the winner come inside him to avoid that.  So unless
you both want to be torn in two by Fence Post, the one with the dick inside
of him needs to start responding to the winner, getting him aroused any way
he can think of, becoming his wife and focusing on bringing him off before
you hear this cute little tinkly bell that I'm shaking.  Once you hear the
bell, it will be too late, and you'll need to get yourselves mentally
prepared for Fence Post.

   "Fallon and I really hope that one of you gets into the other one and
the loser starts responding to the winner to avoid Fence Post.  Because to
the video cameras, it will look like you're really enjoying each other like
gay lovers, and this will be even more humiliating.  We'd much rather see
this than see Fence Post tearing your asses apart, although that comes a
close second."

   "There's only one thing left before we start.  Since you are rookie
gladiators, you don't have much training.  So we've brought in coaching for
you.  The coaches are us.  Darren, you come over here to me.  Fallon will
coach Manny on the other side of the pool."

   When Darren and she were together, he started to say something, but Tish
whispered to him.  "We don't have much time," she said "If you want to
waste it by arguing or begging, you're going to lose, because right now
Fallon is telling Manny three things about you that will help him win.  So
be quiet and listen.

   "We thought it would be fun to exchange data just like you and Manny
did, so each of us found out three things about our husbands that would
help his friend get into his pants, so to speak.  I told Fallon three
things about you, and she told me three things about Manny, which I'm going
to share with you right now.  And don't ask me what she's telling Manny. 
We decided it would be more fun if you didn't know.

   "So here's the book on Manny:

   "No D.  This doesn't actually apply to sex, but Fallon's sure it will
help you because this is a contest, and whenever Manny's in a contest, this
is what he does.  He is totally offensively oriented.  When you get
started, he is going to come at you hard and heavy and try to overwhelm
you. But if you can manage to hold him off for a while, he gets frustrated
and becomes vulnerable, because he will be working on his next attack and
won't be thinking defense at all.

   "Ball game.  His balls are very sensitive.  Fallon just has to touch
them and his body jerks wildly.  This could be useful for you if the two of
you are in a position where you want him to move just a little so you can
get an advantage.  Stroke his balls, and he'll jump for you.

   "Squeeze play.  The third tip is actually not for winning, but for
losing.  If he does get into you first, remember you want to work with him
as much as you can to get him off before the bell rings.  If he doesn't,
you both become Fence Post's boytoys.  So Fallon told me that Manny likes
it rough.  When he's pounding you, pound your ass back at him as hard as
you can and try to harmonize with him so everything is working together. 
And then, if you can, grab his ass cheeks with your hands and start
squeezing them and pulling them apart and letting them flop together.  Keep
doing this in the same rhythm as the two of you slamming into each other,
and Fallon says he'll come right away.

   "OK, have you got that?  I see that Manny and Fallon are finished with
their coaching session.  So come here into the middle of the pool and get
down on all fours.  Manny will get right next to you.  Now listen to
Fallon."

   "Lita and Lila, are you all ready?" said Fallon.  "Great.  Now boys,
before you start, we want to protect you as much as possible.  As far as we
know, you've never had anything big inserted into you before, so we're
taking precautions.  Please get your heads down and asses up in the same
position as before.  Go ahead and start with Manny while I'm talking, Tish.
What's filling you up this time, Manny, is not the enema solution.  It's
just plain extra virgin olive oil.  We're going to pump a lot into each of
you.  As the action starts, it will begin swishing around inside you, and
some will leak out.  That will help the winner slide his big tool into the
opening.  When he does, there will be less friction, and we hope that will
prevent the loser from tearing.  OK, I think Manny's full.  He looks like
the Goodyear blimp.  I'll take care of Darren now.

   "Once he's full, we're going to take off your strings.  We have the
feeling that both of you would be willing to run out of the house naked and
spurting lubricant rather than go through with this, but that's not an
option.  If you try, we and Lita and Lila will get in front of the door
long enough for Fence Post to grab both of you and get the strings back on.
Then he will put you over his lap and give you a big swat with that huge
hand of his and we'll start again.  If the same thing happens a second
time, you will each get two swats, and so forth.  We tried to plan for
everything.  The swats will become a bonus for our video.  We know both of
you have a low tolerance for pain, so I don't think it will take too many
swats to convince you that you'd rather be gladiators."

   When both men were full, the girls helped them get on their feet and
facing each other at arm's length in the middle of the pool.

   "Wow!" said Tish.  "Your stomachs are really sticking out.  You look
like a couple of sumo wrestlers without those diapers they wear."

   "OK," said Fallon.  "You can size each other up for a couple of minutes,
and when the bell rings, your 45 minutes start."

   The second she stopped talking, Manny started.  "Darren," he said, "we
need to work together.  I have a thing about gays and what they do, and I
mentally couldn't handle another guy in my ass.  I think it might drive me
insane.  You need to let me do it to you.  I'll get it over with as fast as
possible.  Please, Darren, I'm begging you.  This could turn me into a
vegetable if you win."

   As he spoke, Darren got more and more frightened.  Manny in his ass? 
No, never.  He would tell Manny that Manny couldn't be any more spooked by
another man in his ass than he was, that from the time he first heard about
such things as a teenager, he had occasional nightmares and would wake up
in a cold sweat.  He would tell Manny to try to get hold of himself, and he
would finish off inside Manny as fast as he could.

   But even as he was thinking this, he could tell from the tone of Manny's
voice that Manny would never agree.  And that meant he now had to
concentrate on strategy, on winning, and forget about negotiating.

   The bell rang, but Manny continued pleading.  Darren reached his arms
out for Manny.  Manny yelled and stepped back.  He stopped speaking, but
his eyes were wild.  He and Darren both bent forward like wrestlers and
began circling each other.  Darren squatted lower and tried to swing his
arm out around one of Manny's legs.  Two things happened at the same time
as he made his move: Manny quickly moved his foot away, and Darren's ass,
which was spread wider when he squatted, squirted out some lube.  Darren
felt it fall around his feet, but he didn't have time to think about it,
because Manny suddenly sprang at him with his whole body.

   Darren tried to push him off, but then his feet slipped in the oil, and
he fell down hard on his back on the pool, with Manny on top of him.  Both
men were surprised.

   "Look," said Tish.  "It worked.  Did you see how they bounced?  The fall
didn't hurt them at all.  This is great, Fallon."

   "Why don't we cheer for them, like at a real wrestling match," said
Tish.

   "Great idea," said Fallon.  "Way to go Manny, now you've got him where
you want him.  Get your legs between his legs and stick your dick right
in."

   "Keep, moving, Darren," yelled Tish.  "That's it.  Don't be a sitting
target."

   Manny was like a wild man.  When he fell on top of Darren, he was across
him.  First he tried to move over him and fall on top of him to knock his
wind out.  As he pushed himself up, some lube squirted out of his ass. 
Darren saw him coming and slid away and quickly got on his knees facing
Manny.  The floor of the pool was now covered with lube, and both of them
slid as they made their moves.  Their bodies were now well oiled, so
neither of them was able to get a good grasp on the other.

   After his first move failed, Manny went for one of Darren's ankles.  He
held onto it long enough to pull Darren back down, and this time he jumped
on his back and tried to flatten Darren.  But by now Darren realized that
the oil was his best defensive weapon, and each time Manny grabbed or
pushed or pulled or threw his body, Darren slid easily away.  He saw Manny
getting angrier and angrier.  He was wearing himself out while Darren was
saving his energy, waiting for Manny to give him the opening that Tish told
him to look for.

   It came after a desperate lunge by Manny.  When Manny landed on his back
almost right next to him, Darren noticed he was breathing hard and still
not moving after a second.  Darren moved quickly, rolling over on top of
Manny so they were face to face.  His genitals had slid right on top of
Manny's, with the gross effect of stimulating them both into hardness.  It
felt disgusting, but he concentrated on his mission, which was to get his
legs inside of Manny's.

   As soon as he had rolled on top of him, Manny squeezed his legs
together, but Darren raised up and moved his right knee where Manny's
thighs were pressed together.  He leaned forward and slammed his body down,
driving his knee down with the entire force of his weight.  The oil did the
rest.  His knee went through the thighs onto the plastic, and then he did
the same with his other knee.

   Now he began spreading his knees out, pushing Manny's with them, Manny
resisted, but he was too tired to push them together, and the oil
multiplied Darren's efforts.  He tried not to think about Manny's penis
rubbing across his stomach as he pushed out and moved forward, which made
Manny's legs lift up just slightly from the mat.

   Once he saw this, Darren dropped his arms to the matt and pushed his
hands underneath and around Manny's legs, right below the back of the
knees. Then he lifted them up.  When that happened, the legs pulled Manny
even tighter against Darren.  Both of their hard lances were sliding
against each other now.  Darren squirmed as he saw them.

   Now he began leaning forward.  As he did so, Manny's legs that he had
trapped with his arms were pushed back, making Manny slide further under
Darren.  At the same time, Manny's legs spread wider and his cheeks opened,
exposing his hole.  Darren knew exactly how that worked, because it was one
of his favorite positions with Tish, only in a different hole.  She enjoyed
the deep penetration, so they used it often.  Now he heard her cheering,
"Go Darren.  Go Darren," over and over.  Then she was drowned out by Manny.


   "I know what you're doing," screamed Manny in Darren's face, which was
inches away from his, "and it's not going to work."

   Why not?  thought Darren.  He can't move, and even though I'm facing him
and can't see behind me, all I have to do is lift up and start poking
around until I find his asshole.  With all that lube, it should slide right
in if I even get close.  Then he felt the first finger enter his asshole.

   "Stop!" he yelled.  "What are you doing?" He suddenly felt nauseous, and
he forgot about everything except moving back so that Manny's fingers came
out.

   "Fallon told me you'd freak out if a man put a finger in your ass," said
Manny.  "I guess her intelligence was good.  She also said you wouldn't
like a man playing with your balls.  Come closer again, and we'll see if
that's right, too."

   Darren looked down at Manny, who had a bitter smile on his face.  They
were at a Mexican standoff.  If Darren moved in to finish Manny off, Manny
would go for his ass and his balls and freak him out so much that he might
even be able to get free.  But while Darren stayed where he was, Manny was
trapped.

   "Fifteen minutes are up," said Tish.  "Thirty to go.

   "What a great countermove, Manny," said Fallon.  "Darren's lost his
momentum.  Come on, Manny.  You can still turn this around."

   That's it, thought Darren.  I need to turn this around somehow and get
into Manny without him getting his hands on me.  But what position do I
want to be in and how will I get into it?

   He looked down at Manny's and his equipment, so close and yet so far. 
He looked up at Manny's legs that he had trapped in the air.  They were
like wrestlers, he thought, and then he remembered a move that he could
make from this position.  But would it help?  It would free up Manny for a
second if he didn't do it right, and that would be disastrous, but time was
running out, and being raped by Fence Post would destroy him.  He hadn't
used the move himself in high school, but he'd practiced it often and seen
it used by others.  Could he do it?  He had to try.

   Slowy, trying not to give away too much, he released his arms from
around Manny's legs and brought them straight down to the plastic.  His
legs were still spreading Manny's legs wide, but now he was no longer
pushing Manny's legs back at him.  He pushed himself up slightly with his
hands, lifted his knees and brought his feet forward so he was now in a
squat between Manny's legs.

   He took a deep breath and quickly stood up, and as he did so, he quickly
put his arms under Manny's legs below his knees and brought his arms
together, with each of his hands locked on the forearm opposite them.  The
grease made him start sliding down, but he had anticipated that.  Because
of his hold on Manny's legs, which were straight up in the air once again,
he was able to stabilize himself.  Manny tried to move around, but as
Darren lifted the legs up further, Manny found only his shoulders on the
plastic.  Now Darren was ready for the tricky move.

   With his whole body, he pulled Manny's body to the right, and as he did
so he swung his left leg over Manny's right.  It worked perfectly, and he
heard both Tish and Fallon scream in amazement.  He had turned Manny over,
and Manny's chest and face were being pushed into the oily plastic. 
Darren's legs were now both outside of Manny's, and Manny's legs still were
locked in Darren's arms.  Darren's rock hard member was pointing straight
down at Manny's ass.

   He was facing forward, so he couldn't see to line it up, but now he
began doing squats over Manny, going up and down, pushing into Manny's
cheeks and making adjustments and compensating to line his tool up with his
goal.  Manny was frantically trying to get his fingers to Darren's
vulnerable areas, but he was frustrated because his back was to Darren, and
he couldn't see what he was doing.  On top of that, every time Darren
squatted down, it forced his face and chest into the oil.

   Manny was trying to move his ass to stay away from Darren's lance, but
finally by accident he moved to exactly where it was coming down, and
Darren hit paydirt.

   "Touchdown," he heard Tish yell.

   "He's not in the endzone yet, Manny, move, move your ass," yelled
Fallon, but it was no use.  Darren was pushing straight down into the
lubricated hole, and his thick pole finally forced its way in as Manny
shrieked in pain and frustration.  Darren held it there for a moment and
then kept pushing until most of it was inside Manny, and then he lifted up
in his squat and pulled it back out, making careful not to pull it too far
out.

   "Forty minutes gone, only 10 to go," said Fallon.

   Manny, who was sobbing loudly, was still twisting and trying to dislodge
Darren, but it had almost no effect as Darren squatted up and down as fast
as he could, trying to reach his orgasm.  But even though he was aroused,
he didn't feel he was getting closer.  He stopped and spoke to Manny.

   "Manny, shut up for a second and stop fighting me," he said.  "We both
need for me to come in the next eight minutes, or we're both going to have
Fence Post in our asses.  I need your help."

   "Fuck off," said Manny.  "I hope he rips you wide open."

   "Think, Manny," said Darren.  "Whatever he does to me, he's going to do
to you.  And you'll get to watch the preview and experience it twice.  Is
that what you want?"

   Manny's voice lowered.  "OK, what should I do?"

   "I'm going to pull out in a second," said Darren, "and you need to roll
over on your back and lift your legs up high and back and -- "

   "Yes, yes, I know," said Manny, "the Viennese Oyster position, the most
humiliating of them all, where the woman is spread wide open and holds her
own legs behind her head for the man to pump deeper inside her."

   "How did you know?  Oh, Fallon must have told you that's the one that
gets me off the fastest.  OK, I'm getting up and letting you go.  Don't try
any tricks.  We're running out of time."

   The girls were watching them talk, and then they saw Darren let Manny
go. "What are they doing?" said Tish.

   Fallon jumped up.  "Omigod, omigod!  I can't believe it's happening. 
Look, Manny's lying down and getting in the oyster position.  He's
welcoming Darren like a lover.  They're really cooperating and making love
to each other just like gay boys do.  Look!  Look!  Darren's slamming into
Manny, and Manny's slamming back.  Omigod.  This is incredible.  And we
have it all on video."

   "Five minutes," Tish said.

   "Come on, damn it," said Manny.  "What's taking you so long."

   "I feel it coming," said Darren, "but not fast enough.  Caress me up and
down my back slowly, all the way between my ass and my neck.  Tish does
that, and it drives me wild.  Good, that helps, but it's not as effective
as when she does it.

   "Two minutes," said Tish.

   "I think I feel it," said Darren.  "I'm picking up the speed to help
it."

   "And I'll do this," said Manny, thrusting two lubricant-covered fingers
into Darren's ass and pushing them in and out in the same rhythm.

   "What are you doing?" yelled Darren.  "That's a complete turnoff for
me."

   "I know," said Manny, "but when you're aroused and pounding away, Fallon
said it also brings you off fast."

   "No," said Darren, "no.  Wait, maybe it worked.  I feel it coming.  It's
going to be here any second.  I'm ready to come."

   The bell tinkled.  "Time's up," said Tish.  "You can stop."

   As soon as he heard the bell, Manny let out a shriek and pulled his
fingers out of Darren's rear.  But Darren kept going.  Manny tried to get
his legs out from behind his head, but Darren was pounding on him, and he
couldn't get loose.  Then he slammed hard into Manny's ass and released
spurt after spurt.  Manny tried to squirm away, but the dead weight of
Darren's body wouldn't let him move.

   Finally, after Darren went limp, Manny pushed and twisted until he got
out from under Darren.  He jumped up and yelled, "You bastard!  Why didn't
you stop." His chest was heaving as he was trying to catch his breath, and
his voice was up a few octaves.

   "I couldn't stop," said Darren, lying on his side in the grease. 
Suddenly, he felt two hands go around his waist and lift him up to his
hands and knees, and then he felt something large pushing where Manny's
fingers had been a minute ago.  But this was much bigger than a few
fingers.

   "No," he screamed, in a higher voice than Manny's.  "No, I can't do
this, Tish.  I'll end up in a padded cell." But the big thing kept pushing,
not hard but insistently.

   "Don't be silly, Darren.  You're not the first virgin in the world. 
Fence Post told me he knows just how to break in a new filly, and you'll
live.  He said you're going to have a pain in the ass for a couple of
weeks, but after that, you'll be back to normal."

   "You both knew the rules," said Fallon.  "You cooperated beautifully at
the end.  Anyone who watches that video who doesn't know you would swear
that you two have been making love together a long time.  I really liked
how Manny was responding while you were pounding into him."

   She was interrupted by a loud scream from Darren.  Fence Post had
finally broken in, and he felt like his insides were turning to mush.  He
saw Lila and Lita walking around them with the close-up cameras and Manny,
Darren and Fallon watching from their chairs.  As Fence Post grabbed him
around the waist again and stood up, he saw Manny turn his chair away so he
couldn't see what was going on.

   "Oh, look, Tish," said Fallon.  I don't know what the name for that is.
See how Darren is in front and Fence Post is following him and sort of
squatting down and using his pelvis to slam his thing into Darren and bump
him forward.  It's like they're Siamese humping twins.

   "Watch out and don't slip in the oil, Darren, because Fence Post only
has his thing halfway in you, and if you fall back on top of him, the rest
is going to go in awfully fast.  Fence Post has about 25 positions to go
through.  You already know the Viennese oyster and the piledriver and a lot
of the others.  Maybe you've heard of the reverse cowgirl.  We're looking
forward to the full nelson gape, because Fence Post has guaranteed us that
if we want to, we can put our entire fist up your ass when he does that. 
We weren't going to do it, but maybe we'll change our minds.  Don't worry,
the only one with a fist up my husband's ass will be me, and Tish will do
yours.

   "There is something you can do to help yourself.  If you want to finish
sooner, you need to make love to Fence Post like Manny made love to you.  I
got Fence Post to tell me what gets him most worked up.  He loves it if
he's pulverizing one of his friends while the guy is all gentle and girl
like and he's French kissing him and kissing all over his body and
caressing him gently, especially his balls and the crack of his ass and
also if he's returning Fence Post's moves so that the two of them are in
total harmony.  If you can forget the pain and respond like his lover,
he'll come inside you faster, and you'll be all finished except for the
surprise."

   At first, Darren was too angry and humiliated to respond to Fence Post,
but he noticed that despite the lubricant, he was getting painfully
stretched and his insides were burning like they were on fire, so he began
trying what Fallon suggested.  Some of strange positions made him gag, but
he managed to survive, even though he was sobbing uncontrollably by the
time Fence Post erupted into his colon like a firehouse.  The blast of
semen and the quantity were so big that some of it spurted out of him
around Fence Post's tool.

   Immediately after he came, Fence Post wrenched his hard pole out of
Darren and immediately went for Manny.  Darren watched Manny go into
hysterics as Fence Post went through all the positions again with him. 
Manny was never able to get control of himself, so his session lasted much
longer than Darren's.  Finally, Fence Post left him lying in the oil, got
dressed in his sweats and sat down and waited.  Fallen went and bent over
Manny, and Tish got down in front of Darren's chair.  When the women
reached for their testicles, both men were too worn out to resist.

   "OK, we're ready with the strings for the finale, boys," said Fallon. 
"Even though you've never done it for us, we think the deepest expression
of a man's love is eating his come out of his wife.  Think of it.  It
smells horrible, it tastes horrible and it comes out of a place that gets
pretty gamey.  And yet lots of men -- not you two -- will do that for their
wives, just because they love them so much.

   "So as a final expression of your friendship, you are both going to
enjoy the fruits of your loins.  Manny will have a meal out of Fence Post's
come in Darren's ass first, and then Darren will get to eat his own come,
mixed with Fence Post's in Manny's ass.

   "We know you are both so tired that we can't expect you to lick and
swallow the usual way," said Tish, "so we're making it easy on you. 
Darren, you need to get on your hands and knees in the middle of the pool,
and Manny will get under you in a 69 position to enjoy his cream pie.  OK,
let's go.  Or would you like me to tug?"

   "Good, that was fast.  We're all in position.  If you turn your head,
Darren, you'll see that Fallon is putting some cushions below Manny's head
and lifting it up so that his mouth will be pressed against your asshole as
you spread your legs and lean back a little.  Now, I'm going to inject some
more enema prep solution into you.  It will make you want to expel very
quickly, but you need to hold it in as long as the string is pulling your
balls slightly.  It won't hurt, but if you let go too soon, it might
startle me and who knows how hard I might pull the string by accident.

   "Meanwhile, to prepare Manny, Fallon is giving him some wonderful deep,
affectionate kisses, with a lot of tongue.  She can breathe through her
nose, but Manny can't because she's squeezing his nostrils tight with her
fingers, so he's going to feel like he's being smothered.  When she sees he
desperately needs air, she's going take her mouth away and let him gulp
with his mouth wide open.  That's when I'll tell you to let go.

   "I can see you're squirming already.  You want to let it out, but hold
it just a few seconds longer.  I see Manny's eyes are going wild.  He's
almost ready.  Ready, Fallon?  OK, she's out of the way.  Let go, Darren.

   "Wow!  Look at that stuff.  How much semen does Fence Post spurt,
anyway? It's filling Manny's mouth and covering his face like paint.  It's
going in his nose and he's breathing it in through his nose and coughing
and swallowing as fast as he can to keep from choking.  And it keeps on
squirting out of you.  This is going to be an incredible ending to the
video.  I can't wait to see your turn."



   Tish and Fallon were ready for intense anger, and they got it.  Their
response was silence and empathy.  They were careful to not do anything to
set the men off, especially in front of the children, but whenever they
could, they tried to offer affection.  There were still a couple of
explosions the first week, the biggest one coming when the girls insisted
on rescheduling the anniversary dinner.

   Both men told their wives, they never wanted to see the other couple
again, but Tish and Fallon were insistent that they had to get together at
least that one time.  The men insisted that they come to the restaurant
separately and not meet first at someone's home.

   Fallon and Tish made reservations on a Wednesday night, when the
restaurant was nearly empty, and told the maitre d' to put them in a remote
corner and tell the waiter to stay away until one of the girls gave a
signal.

   When they sat down, Manny glared at Darren, and then the men looked down
at the table while the women spoke.

   "Manny and Darren, we're here because we need to communicate," said
Tish. "Fallon and I know you don't want to talk, so we'll do the talking
tonight.  As far as we're concerned, except for one more time after
tonight, we will never bring up what happened again.

   "The first thing we have to tell you is that we both love you more than
ever.  We are going to give you your space for as long as you need it, but
we're anxiously waiting for you to come home into our arms."

   Fallon spoke up.  "When we were talking about this the last few days,"
she said, "Tish and I noticed that our anger over your switch is now
totally gone.  I know that means nothing to you at the moment, but as far
as we're concerned, you don't have to be on guard anymore and worry about
humiliating us.

   "We won't even mind if you wink or smile or nudge each other when
something reminds you of what you did to us.  Even if one of you has a
little too much to drink and says something around other people, it's OK.
Because now what you did will always be associated in our minds with what
we saw the two of you do the other night.

   "As for us, we're keeping our mouths shut.  We know what it's like to be
reminded of our humiliation.  And if something happens to remind us of the
other night, we will do our best to keep a straight face.

   "But we have to be realistic.  We realized that we had put an impossible
burden on you.  Sometimes things surprise you, and you react before you can
think.  It might be a facial expression, or something blurted out.  We
apologize right now in advance if we do something like that.  We know
you'll be sensitive about this, and we don't want to hurt you.  If
something does come out unexpectedly, we promise you we'll recover as
quickly as possible and do some quick damage control.

   "The only people who know what happened the other night are the two
video girls, Fence Post and the four of us.  The girls agreed to leave the
house empty handed, and we returned the video equipment the next day after
we made sure all the flash drives were removed.  Their business depends on
discretion, so they won't talk, and neither will Fence Post."

   "We each have a copy of all the video," said Tish.  "We've been talking
about it, and what happened to us the other night.  You were probably too
busy to notice, but watching the two of you in action got us so aroused
that we each had at least three orgasms, huge ones, and we weren't even
using our hands or anything.  Look at us.  I feel my face getting hot right
now talking about this, and I see Fallon is already pink.

   "For whatever reason, watching you guys is a huge aphrodesiac for us. 
And when you're ready, you will be the beneficiaries, because our only
frustration the other night was that when everything was over, we wanted to
attack you and give you the greatest sex you ever had, but we knew it
wasn't the right time.  We're saving it up right now, and both of us are
ready to explode, so we hope you won't be angry with us too much longer.

   "That's all we have to say," said Fallon.  She tried not to smile at
Tish in case the men raised their heads and misunderstood.  They were both
looking straight down at the table in front of them the entire time the
women were speaking.  "Do you have any questions?"

   "Tish said something about you will never bring up what happened again
except for one more time," said Manny.  "What does that mean?"

   "Yeah," said Darren.

   "Well!" said Tish, letting her breath out with a loud whistle.  "You
certainly were both listening well.  We can't tell you about that yet, but
we will tell you that it has nothing to do with anyone any of us knows
around here, and it has nothing to do with sharing the video on the
Internet on one of those sites you guys visit sometimes.

   "Yes, we've known about that for years, but we don't care, because all
you do is look and don't chat.  We know you are men, and we love you
because you are, so how can we complain when you act like men -- as long as
it doesn't hurt us or the children.

   "Waiter!  You can bring the menus now."

   After they ordered, all four ate quickly in silence and left without
saying goodbye.  They didn't see each other for two months, but things
between the wives and husbands began improving within a few days.  Though
both men thought they would never be turned on by their wives again after
their night of horror, as often happens, their male bodies disconnected
from their brains and they found themselves getting aroused when they
rubbed up against the women by accident, usually when settling into bed,
before they turned their backs and tried in vain to fall asleep without
remembering their pain and degradation.

   At such moments, their minds existed outside their bodies, and they
wondered how could their bodies be responding to this accidental contact.
Or was it accidental?

   As an experiment, Darren accidentally touched Tish's breast over her
nightie without looking at her.  He quickly took his hand away and turned
his back to her, but when he heard her sharp intake of air, he felt a
stirring between his legs.  It made him forget for a moment the humiliation
with Manny, but he still had a hard time falling asleep.

   The next night, he didn't take his hand away.  She didn't react with
surprise this time, and a second later he felt her hand inside his pajamas.
And then nightclothes and sheets and pillows went flying in all directions
as they coupled like wild animals.  They went on for two hours as if they
were trying to replace all the sex they had been depriving themselves of
for the weeks since the night of humiliation.  Then they collapsed next to
each other, too exhausted to even show any affection.  Both slept like
logs.

   The next day Tish called Fallon and exultantly gave her the blow by blow
until she realized Fallon was crying uncontrollably.  She tried to comfort
her without success.  But three days later, Fallon was telling her
gleefully about how she managed to break the logjam by accidentally falling
on the bed so her face landed on Manny's crotch, and how she didn't move
and he didn't move, and how she finally pried his briefs to one side and
sucked him into her mouth, and how he groaned louder than she had ever
heard before and had become rock hard instantaneously and how that had led
to their own exhausting night of multiple orgasms.

   The men still avoided each other and never spoke until one night three
months later.  "My car's in the shop," Tish said to Darren when he came
home early Friday afternoon as he usually did.  It was the truth, but she
didn't add that she made it a point to take it in for a repair that could
have been done days ago, or next week.  "I'm getting together with some
women at Fallon's tonight, and I need you to drop me off and then pick me
up later." He knew he couldn't object because Fallon and Manny lived only a
mile away.

   When they pulled up to the house, Tish said, "I want you to come in with
me for just a second.  Don't make that face.  Manny isn't home from work
yet."

   After she rang the doorbell, she took his hand and held it tightly.  He
could tell she was sweating and nervous, and when he looked at her, he saw
her eyes were staring straight ahead, and she was trying to control her
breathing.  She almost pulled him through the entry way into the living
room, where he saw about 15 women sitting on couches and chairs.  They were
chatting, but when he and Tish walked in, they all became silent, and their
faces were focused on him.

   "Hi everyone," said Tish, sounding nervous.  "I'd like to introduce you
to my husband before he leaves." She paused and listened.  The room was
completely silent, and everybody heard the sound of the front door opening.
Darren saw Fallon jump to her feet, and then he turned and saw Manny come
into the room behind them with a look of surprise on his face as he took in
Darren and Tish and all the women.  Fallon rushed over to him and grabbed
his hand and gave him a quick kiss.

   "I'm sorry," said Tish.  "Where was I?  Oh, yes, I'd like to introduce
you to my husband, Darren."

   Fallon pulled Manny forward until they were standing next to Tish and
Darren and said, "And I'd like you to introduce you to my husband, Manny.
Do you recognize any of these ladies, Manny and Darren.  Look closely. 
They all know you well, even though it's been years since everyone has seen
each other.

   "Tish and I thought it would be nice to have kind of a coed college
reunion, so we went on Facebook and all the alumni sites and started
contacting all the friends who went to school with us.  Through them we
found a lot of girls we didn't know who were in college at the same time as
us.  We never saw them before tonight, and most of them have never met
before tonight either, although we were all in school together.

   "But we all have something in common.  When Tish and I interviewed them
on the phone, we asked them if they had ever dated you, and the funny thing
is they all remembered at least one of you as someone who was wonderful and
considerate and always knew the right thing to say and do.  They weren't
hesitant in answering our questions about their sex lives either.

   "We asked them if they would share something they liked when they had
sex, something maybe unusual and quirky, something they might even be
embarrassed to tell about.  They were very open.  Then we asked them
whether they were surprised when one of you satisfied that unusual quirk
the very first time they went to bed.

   "The response was always the same: 'Yes, it was like magic?  How did you
know?' And then we explained to them the ingenious system that the two of
you put together and used on them, and we told them how we discovered the
switch, and what we did to get past our feelings of anger and humiliation.

   "None of them were as angry as we were.  They usually laughed in
appreciation of how tricky you were, and some of them shared some things
they did to their boyfriends in college that weren't very nice either.  We
became very close and supportive on the phone, like victims of the same
robber."

   "All of them were interested our idea for a reunion to talk over old
times and in getting a chance to see you again.  When I told them that a
very special onetime video screening would be part of the reunion, they all
rearranged family and work schedules to be here tonight.  None of them
lives locally, and some of them traveled many hundreds of miles to get
here.

   "So tonight we are going to relax and have a few drinks and enjoy
talking about how thick and silly we were in college and some of the crazy
things that happened to us back then, especially with two boys that we all
knew.  Then we'll enjoy the videos.  Tomorrow we're getting together for
brunch before they have to leave for the airport.

   "The girls have been telling me that they'd love it if you joined us. 
There were already a few rounds of drinks before you came, and everyone's
really mellow and laughing a lot, so we don't anticipate any angry
confrontations.  Tish and I would like that, too.  But we told them that
the two of you hadn't seen each other in a while, and rather than be with a
bunch of silly women, you two would probably like to head off to a bar
together and catch up on things until all the ladies leave by, say, around
11 p.m.  What do you --?"

   She stopped as Manny and Darren raced for the front door.  They heard a
loud burst of laughter behind them before they could shut it.  

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